Orgasm denial has been on my mind lately.
On one hand, I’m a greedy little girl who wants what I want when I want it – orgasms included. When I’m ready to cum, I want the freedom to squirt and gush until I’m gasping for breath, the sheets soaked beneath me, water a necessity.
On the other hand, I’m a masochist who enjoys pleasurable pain. There’s nothing much more pleasantly unbearable than the need to orgasm without being allowed to. The throbbing, pulsing desire in my cunt, the wetness seeping into my panties, the lack of focus on anything else, the obsession with cumming – it’s all delicious to me.
Orgasm denial lends itself to a total mind fuck. I crave having my mind fucked with the same ruthlessness as I crave having my body fucked. Fuck my mind hard enough, and I will cum without ever being touched. I can feel the blood rush to my loins. I can feel the moisture pool in my folds. I can feel my clit swell and pulsate. Keep it up, and my pussy will spasm over and over, taking my breath away, giving me a sweet, gentle orgasm that only leaves me wanting more.
Ahhh, to be mind-fucked again…and to hand over my greedy little girl desires. That sounds like heaven.